e.k.t., stop me if you’ve heard this one
- TRASH BLESSINGS -
A series of pieces based off of common urban fauna with the aim of reminding people of traits in them we could all do well emulating sometimes, and celebrating the ability of nature to carve out a place in any environment.
Interested in seeing these on patches or pins? Please send me a message! If there’s enough interest, I’ll look into the cost of having them made.
There’s a tornado warning out (two, technically), so of course I went for a walk outside to see if I could spot it. Never have I seen so many of my neighbors at one time, when there wasn’t a firework show or a picnic.
happy new year, get out there & sock 2019 in the ass
Anonymous asked:
This may be a 'me' problem more than anything else but so many of your tags are PEAK goth horny and I thank you for curating them.
i’m adopting peak goth horny as my new aesthetic and god himself could not stop me
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love her in the way a frightened deer will lock its knees & not move again. Even if that means burning alive.
— Topaz Winters, from “Infernal / Inferno,” Portrait of My Body as a Crime I’m Still Committing
Source: topazwinters.com
honestly you probably died of scurvy in a past life which is why your third eye snaps the fuck open at 3am yelling to chug orange joice
if that’s what sets the precedent i demand answers about my other past lives. night juice is pretty low on my list of personal grievances
like what dead motherfucker is responsible for my compulsion to hoard every colorful pair of comfy pajama bottoms i see despite my total inability to sleep with pants on.
a snuggly fashionista version of myself died in bed via Heatstroke of the Leg or some bullshit and i’m gonna travel back in time and kick their ass
i'm pretty sure an ad image is missing here but as-is this is an ULTIMATE example of my kind of humor
no one:
absolutely nobody:
me: [crunching on dried linguine at 10pm at just a DEAFENING volume in bed with no pants on]
good day my fine motherfuckers! never too late to decide not to be a demon today!
sometimes i’m like “i should buy some orange juice! i love it i don’t know why i never have it in the house” and then i get some and i remember it’s because some kind of dormant Scurvy Prevention Instinct activates within me like a sleeper agent trained to seek and destroy, except it’s just me standing in front of the open fridge at two in the morning chugging juice straight out of the carton like a crazed citrus gremlin
my office: utterly silent, could hear a pin drop, law clerk six feet away from me working diligently to edit a draft full of dense legalese that probably requires concentration and focus
me: guiltily eyeing my desk drawer that contains what will probably be the loudest, crunchiest nature valley granola bar in existence like a harbinger of chaos and destruction